Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.